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Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, I need money money Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, Nigga I money money money Nigga hundeds hundeds hundeds Nigga want money money
1] The biggest time is rhyme the size crime Its been the same man since the game became I spot four one of these at the time Looking like Snoop back in eighty-nine Do I a fuck, no I never have I just blow my weed and take a bubble I at these niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz half of you niggaz cant even fuck with me I'm on it cause I'm so fucking And every town I roll through I leave my G prints LBC, now what I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside) I'm hotter than a batch of fish grease in a I wanna say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the See where I'm from you rate us, hate us or steal us And about now all the cap peelers gotta feel us
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2] Money, is everything It's the crack to the It's the king to the It reigns It's the crop to the (say what) It's a po man, no man, its dream Money, mo money, get But make sure you know your folks don't get funny Everybody claiming that they down on luck While I'm fresh dressed like a million I throw on my black socks with my all chucks Now lets see which one of my we gone use today To away, (where we going) to Snoop World mother fucking U.S.A Its all a dream, and dreams can come If it happen for me, shit it can for you Meech from the beach, he keep shit And everything he guaranteed to go platinum
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3] Ya got to have to make it these days And you can at least one of a hundred different ways You can holler at the homie Meech and get a track And write you a rap, and try to get you to Or you stand on the streets and holler and wine You can throw up insane, twenty or one nine I chose DP cause financially money money that's all a nigga see See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don't get and fail the game You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way to the west coast Still smoking, with a of that shit Waiting for me at the crib with my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting
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[Ad over chorus] For all the out there getting their money Money is the root of all huh You what I mean, we already in hell So fuck, get your man I look at shit this: The mother fuckers that don't got money, doing bad and they don't give a fuck and they rob they they kill And the mother fuckers that got money, they you they can't enjoy it So I mean, whats pleasure you live with it our without it, shit I'm bout it I got to have it, you me
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